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Chapter Three...
Captain Grady and his second in command Lt. Reagan had spent a very comfortable
night ensconced in the Morgan's main bedroom. They'd both taken advantage of the
Morgan's well-stocked wine cellar as they discussed their future strategy
regarding their hostages. Their military strategy had already been achieved;
that in capturing and holding the town and the one bridge that spanned the
river. The town had been surrounded and secured and all that remained now was
any commander's nightmare of keeping his young, fit and very able-bodied troops
entertained. The unfortunate Morgan family seemed to provide the obvious target.
"I'll have these slave owning crackers brought down an begging my bucks to
service them afore I'm through" spat Grady with gleeful malevolence. "Reagan. I
want the whole Morgan family dressed up in their finery and ready to roll. Get
the troops to roust all the good citizens and assemble them in the town square
at midday. I'm gonna give them a show they'll never forget."
Showing a renewed, salacious enthusiasm, Lt. Reagan despatched a small force of
troopers to facilitate this command. Then he took himself off to the slave's
quarters to roust the unfortunate Morgan family. What he found there was a very
frightened huddled group. Jeremy half-heartedly tried to impose some sort of
parental authority when Lt. Reagan walked into the shack, but was soon cut down
to size.
"If any of you disobey or refuse to do just as you're told, the boy or one of
your pretty daughters suffers. You'll all get dressed up in your classy clothes;
the ladies will wash and apply all your cosmetics, the little girls as well.
Daddy and the boy will dress as if you were attending church. You will all then
present yourselves at the front of the mansion at ten-o-clock, ready to go to
town!"'
The Morgan's were unsettled and disoriented by these enigmatic instructions, but
they reluctantly obeyed the lieutenant, Elizabeth and the girls cleaning up
their blotched, tear-stained faces and obediently applying delicate makeup to
their pretty features. Slade rudely interrupted them during these feminine
ablutions. He stalked into the bedroom where the four pretty females were
nervously soothing themselves in frightened little whispers, brandishing the
greasy parcel containing the South American goop.
"Right ladies!" he sneered at the frightened little group. "Skirts up and
bloomers down!"
Elizabeth looked at their plantation manager in appalled horror.
"S... Slade!" she stammered in a vain attempt to appeal to his sense of loyalty.
"Y... you c... can't mean it. These are my little girls you're talking about.
These are your mistresses. Y... you can't do this to us!"
"I've been given my instructions by the new masters now. As far as they're
concerned, you're now nothing but four white sluts. Now get those skirts and
petticoats up around your waists and pull down your drawers!"
Stunned by their ex-manager's brutal and treacherous attitude, the four pretty
girls gathered up their silk skirts and voluminous petticoats, and hoisted them
up around their waists. Elizabeth looked despairingly at her three daughters and
led by example. She undid the drawstrings of her bloomers and inserted her
thumbs into the waistband, pushing the silky material of her lacy French drawers
off her lower tummy and down to her knees. Elizabeth stood there in shamed
silence as each one of her pretty daughters followed her lead and freed their
bloomers and lowered them for Slade's leering approval. All four stood in front
of him displaying their bared slits ready for his invasive ministrations.
Slade lost no time, scooping up great slimy gobs of the foul stuff and prising
apart the trembling white thighs of each of the girls, starting with the
despairing mother.
"Uh... Ooooh... Nnnggggghhhhh... Ew..." sobbed Elizabeth in shame as Slade
unceremoniously thrust the slimy goop inside her gaping, hairy gash.
"Ooooh... Uh... uh... uh... Nnnggggghhhhh!" she gurgled as the effects of the
stuff immediately made itself apparent, burning into her womb with an all
pervading sexual urgency, and causing her to start to bob up and down into thin
air in a frustrated parody of the sexual act.
Slade repeated his rude treatment of Elizabeth with each of her three daughters,
roughly twisting his slimy fingers into each of the trembling girls as the tones
of their little squeals of protest turned from the shamed and indignant, to ones
of reluctant lust and desire. The four girls scrambled their bloomers up their
legs and settled their skirts back into place as the noxious substance did it's
worst.
Elizabeth turned to April as the gnawing at her vitals started to build to one
crescendo after another. Her daughter was obviously feeling the same effects as
she ineffectively plucked at her covering skirts. Elizabeth looked wildly round
at her other two daughters who were reacting in the same fashion as she gave a
little moan.
"Ooooh April darling!" she gushed as she threw herself into the outstretched
arms of her eldest daughter, urgently grinding her pulsating pubis into April's
bucking hips.
"Ooooh Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" groaned April as she inserted her delicate little
high-heeled French shoe in between her mother's legs and frigged herself wildly
against her hot mother. April reached behind herself at Jennifer and Felicity's
urgent insistence, and plunged her fluttering hand deep into Jennifer's skirts.
Her mother obligingly did the same for young Felicity as the four girls swayed
together in a tortured sexual tango.
"Enough, enough!" snapped Slade, separating the hot, thoroughly humiliated and
jerking females as they twitched and shuddered with unnatural passion. "Out...
out into the carriage you hot little bitches. I warn you... That stuff's gonna
get a fucking sight more potent as the day goes along so I'd try an contain
yourselves!"
Jeremy tried his best to avert his eyes from his womenfolk's shame as they
scrambled onto the flatbed carriage that Lt. Reagan had provided for the
journey. Young Daniel however, couldn't seem to control his prurient interest in
his mother and three sister's noticeable sexual distress. April noted with some
anxious excitement, that her younger brother's tight trousers were showing
obvious sexual arousal. She ran her small white hands up and down the front of
her skirts, digging into her groin in a perverted kind of distressed lust as the
carriage wheeled around and started its journey into Morgan's Creek.
April's mother and two sisters were in the same kind of growing need as the
carriage jolted its dusty way into town.
Elizabeth looked guiltily at her husband and her young son as she desperately
tried to control herself. She had to grab her thin wrist with her other hand to
stop herself.
"Jeremy, Daniel. P... please try and turn away. You can't know the effects of
that horrid stuff that Slade forced into us. I... if you love me, please,
please... you'll turn away!" she begged desperately.
Jeremy immediately did as he was bidden, guiltily averting his eyes away from
his agitated and jerking womenfolk. Daniel on the other hand didn't. He was a
capricious little boy, taking after his mother's hot-blooded side of the family,
rather than the Morgan side. Over the years he had built up a resentment, being
patronised and treated as if he wasn't going to be the one who was going to
inherit the plantation one day, and now he allowed this resentment to creep to
the surface. Along with this antipathy, there was a young boy's natural sexual
curiosity and desire when constantly surrounded by such pretty females as his
mother and elder siblings.
Young Felicity didn't care. She hastily drew up her skirts and petticoats and
slid her drawers down off her palpitating tummy to reveal her bald slit to the
lad. She commenced rubbing herself frantically, not understanding what she was
doing, but just feeling the incredible itch to relieve herself.
Both Jennifer and April were far too modest and aware of his burning gaze.
However, they were only human and felt the same hot compulsion to masturbate
themselves urgently. Jennifer shyly but urgently slid her hand under her skirts
and, trying to use as much decorum as possible, frigged herself off with her
fingers working frenetically on the outside of her silk bloomers.
April, aware of her position as the eldest one of the siblings, half-turned away
from her father and little brother, and modestly allowed her hand to press hard
against her pudenda through the layered material of her skirts. This however
proved very unsatisfactory and in the end she had to emulate Jennifer.
Elizabeth, sobbing and crying in shame, followed the lead of her two eldest
daughters, surreptitiously flicking away at her hairy cunt through the thinness
of her silken French bloomers...
Thus the Morgan family proceeded into Morgan's Creek, muffled groans and little
shrieks coming from all the female members as they rubbed and diddled themselves
to no avail.
Finally, at eleven forty-five, they arrived at the town's main square, just
opposite the whorehouse of which Jeremy so disapproved, and hard up on the
town's stocks and whipping post of which he didn't.
The sobbing family noted that the surrounding Buffalo soldiers had rousted the
whole town out to witness their shame. Even Elizabeth's parents, Zebidiah and
Maria Wilson had been dragged along to observe the degradation of their beloved
daughter and grandchildren.
April immediately saw that Wesley was there with his mother and father, Carl and
Susan Harrison, and she blushed to the roots of her hair as she felt an
impending sense of shame and humiliation creep over her. She averted her eyes
from everyone as they were herded like cattle to the whipping posts and the
stocks.
Another carriage pulled up and two black soldiers and their latest acquisition
Solomon got out. Solomon cast them a hate filled glare as Captain Grady and Lt.
Reagan dismounted from the carriage with them.
The two black troopers quickly hived off the three daughters and proceeded to
lock them into the upright stocks. They may have been described as upright
stocks, but in actual fact, all three girls found themselves bent over
uncomfortably as their heads and hands were secured into the medieval devices,
just allowing them enough play to raise their heads to witness what was going
on.
April saw with bitter rancour, that Madam Simone was leaning casually against
the doorjamb of her infamous hostelry, sneering unsympathetically at their
plight.
Captain Grady was whispering into Solomon's ear, and April saw the huge black's
eyes open wide with evil delight as Lt. Reagan went across to her hapless mother
and started to mutter some commends into her ear. Elizabeth's eyes opened wide
with alarm and fear as the lieutenant's muttered instructions became clear to
her.
"No... No... noooo!!!" she moaned as the full horror of what he was suggesting
unfolded itself to her understanding. "P... pleeeease don't make me... p...
pleeeease!"
"Don't forget that your three pretty daughters are ours to do what we want with
madam. You'll do as you're fucking told or the life of one of them will be
forfeit!" he ground out into her ear.
Shuddering with self-loathing, Elizabeth looked around at the huge crowd of
Morgan's Creek citizens who were there to witness her humiliation. She saw a few
eyes drop down in guilty shame, but the majority of the crowd watched her in
expectant silence.
Weeping, Elizabeth gathered up her skirts and petticoats and pulled them up her
trembling legs, up past her silken covered thighs, and finally held them up high
around her waist. Fumbling awkwardly with the tapes of her bloomers, Elizabeth
managed to untie them and allow her drawers to drop down to her knees,
completely exposing her hairy cunt and trembling bare bottom to the whole town.
There was a collective intake of breath as the onlookers took in the sight of
the wife of their leading citizen, standing there in front of them with her
weeping cunt on full display. Weeping was the only way to describe it, as the
delightful organ was visibly pulsating as a sticky, viscous fluid flooded out
from the raw, red gash. Elizabeth felt her shoulders heave with sobs as she
stood there in her utter shame. Dimly remembering Lt. Reagan's shameful
instructions, Elizabeth looked fearfully across at the smirking Solomon.
"S... Solomon!" she called in a tremulous voice. "C... could you please c...
come over h... here and f... f... f... ooooh!!!!" She broke into another bout of
shuddering sobs.
"From now on you'll refer to me as Massa!" the remarkably cultured voice of
Solomon cut in. "And I want you to beg me in the crudest words that you know,
you fucking high-class whore!"
Elizabeth looked about herself and the large gathering frantically. Seeing no
sympathetic eyes, she resigned herself to the unpleasant task.
M... Massa... Ooooh pleeeease!" gulped the degraded mother and lady. "I... I
want y... you to come over h... here and f... f... fuck my hairy cunt. I w...
want y... you to f... fill me up with y... your seed and m... make me p...
pregnant Massa!" Elizabeth finally managed.
The townsfolk just stood there in stunned silence. Elizabeth's restrained
daughters shook with crying, and her husband Jeremy grew beet red with rage and
frustrated anger, but young Daniel just watched with growing interest.
"No!" came the anguished cry from Zeb and Maria Wilson as they watched with
horror, their daughter's appalling humiliation. Unfazed, Solomon continued his
merciless taunting.
"Git your white ass over the hitching rail!" he ground out in icy fury. "I'm
gonna fuck your white brains out."
Elizabeth looked at the big black forlornly as she shuffled awkwardly across to
the hitching post in front of Madam Simone's whorehouse. Her expensive silken
French bloomers drooped downwards until they hung inside out from her knees and
down to the delicate Italian high-heeled shoes. The doomed woman draped herself
over the hitching post and one of the black soldiers grabbed her thin wrists and
secured them to her ankles, trapping the beautiful woman in a doubled over
position in front of the infamous brothel.
Madam Simone looked languidly down at the half naked plantation owner's wife as
the black soldier roughly pulled her legs wide apart, openly displaying her
tight little arsehole, and her gushing, sticky, hairy hole.
'Great' she thought with tight malice. 'It's sure gonna be some show this
fucking superior slut is gonna give us!" she mused in easy satisfaction as the
show was about to begin...
To be continued...
